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Chapter 357 Bitter and Sweet

Two days later, Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan went to Zong's house together.

Because Jiang Qing was born in her natal family, Lord Zonghou and his wife were very upset, and finally wrapped a big red envelope for Jiang Yinzhi and his wife.

The joy of having a baby is unusual, not to mention that the clan is passed down through several generations.

The birth of this child is an inheritance of incense and a successor to the clan.

Therefore, Zong Hou Ye and his wife laughed from ear to ear, and they took great care of Jiang Qing.

Jiang Qing's milk is not good, so I invited a doctor to see it, and said that some liver stagnation and qi stagnation caused the milk to be poor.

Mrs. Zong thought that her son was the crux of the problem, so she went over to talk to Zong Tianbao for a long time, understanding it with reason and empathy.

"Tianbao, mother knows that your heart is not fair. But you have to know what it means to be overwhelmed, and even more important to know what it means to be duty-bound." Mrs. Zong said and shed tears.

She didn't want to pretend to be pitiful to make her son feel bad, but she really felt uncomfortable.One end is a son, the other end is a grandson, which one doesn't hurt her?

"Ah Qing is currently in a bad mood during confinement and has no milk, and the child suffers accordingly. Anyway, she is your wife, and you don't care who cares about her? Although there is a nanny, the first half-month baby It’s better to eat my own mother’s.” Mrs. Zong wiped her tears and said earnestly, “Anyway, there’s nothing wrong with the child, we can’t make the child miserable.”

Zong Tianbao stood aside, looking down at his toes.

Ever since he was a child, his mother had never severely reprimanded him, and even now she only tried to persuade him.

He knew that as a man, he had to shoulder his own responsibilities. He didn't like Jiang Qing, but it didn't mean that she deserved death. Anyway, she gave birth to her own child.

So he nodded and said, "Mom, I see, I'll go to see the child in a while."

"Hey! Hey!" Mrs. Zong quickly agreed, her heart dropped to the ground.

"Ma'am, Mrs. Huo and Mrs. Zheng are here." The servant girl came from the front and reported, "Come and see our young mistress and young master."

"Oh, it turns out that Ah Nuan and the others are here, please come in." Mrs. Zong stood up as she spoke, and then turned her head and said to her son, "It's a visitor, don't go there first."

When Zong Tianbao heard that Jiang Nuan was coming, he had mixed feelings in his heart.

Some people obviously can't get it, but they can't forget it.

It will be September soon, and the weather is very cold.

Both Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan wore quilted clothes, and Jiang Nuan even put on cotton shoes.

Pregnant women are most afraid of catching cold, especially on their feet.

Zong Yuxiang was also at her natal home today, and went to the second gate with her mother to welcome Xu Chunjun and Jiang Nuan.

"It's really hard for you to come here with a big belly." Mrs. Zong took Jiang Nuan's hand and smiled at Xu Chunjun, "Grandma Zheng's family is so busy, but she still took time to come here. I'm really sorry."

After a few polite words and walking in, Zong Yuxiang looked at Xu Chunjun with special attention.

Of course she had met Xu Chunjun before, but she just thought she was gentle, amiable, dignified and courteous.

Now that I heard about her, I feel that this is a woman who hides her secrets, has wisdom, and has means.

They first sat outside for a while, drank a bowl of tea, and waited for their bodies to warm up before going inside to see Jiang Qing and the child.

Jiang Qing suffered a lot during childbirth, and she has not fully recovered yet.

Seeing Jiang Nuan and the others coming, he wanted to get up.

Xu Chunjun took a step forward and said: "Lie down quickly, you are still young, you need to take good care of it."

Although she looked bad, she seemed to be in a good mood.

The child was fat and white, and was sleeping. Because he was too young, he couldn't tell who he looked like.

Jiang Nuan and the others didn't stay for too long, they sat down and talked for a while, put down the presents and came out.

Because another guest arrived, Mrs. Zong didn't send them out, but asked her eldest daughter to send the two guests outside the door.

Zong Tianbao stood in the moon gate, covered most of his body with a weeping elm tree, poked his head out, and looked at Jiang Nuan from a distance.

Although he only saw the back, he also knew that Jiang Nuan was doing well now.

The cold wind in late autumn rattled the few remaining leaves, and Zong Tianbao felt as desolate and lonely as this tree.

Zong Yuxiang and Xu Chunjun were chatting one after another, Jiang Nuan always felt that there was someone behind him, so he couldn't help but turned his head to take a look.

She saw Zong Tianbao, and Zong Tianbao also saw her.

This glance seems to be separated by mountains, seas, and the Milky Way that cannot be crossed.

Jiang Nuan had never seen him with such a lonely look in his eyes. The young man who used to speak without restraint and without a city in his heart finally died.

Zong Tianbao withdrew his gaze first, then silently stepped back half a step, hiding himself behind the tree.

That look just now was a farewell to Jiang Nuan. From then on, he had to take on the responsibility of being a husband and a father.

He understood what it means to be overwhelmed and hard to recover, and what it means to be powerless.I also understand what it's like to accept fate.

He leaned his head against the corner of the wall, letting the tears flow silently.

"I'm sorry, Ah Nuan, I failed you. I don't have the right to keep you in my heart anymore. You must be good and always be good. As for me, let it be like this!"

When Xu Chunjun returned home, Zheng Yuelang came over to talk to her.

"Wuji went out early in the morning, and he hasn't come back yet." Zheng Yuelang said.

"The uncle went out to discuss business," Xu Chunjun said, "The man's family is not locked in the house, the weather is cold, why is the elder sister only wearing a jacket?"

"I don't feel cold," Zheng Yuelang smiled, "The medicine you prescribed to the doctor I invited a few days ago, I feel that my hands and feet are not cold after taking it."

"Nursing and recuperating should be done. Winter is coming soon, so we need to pay attention to our energy and blood." Xu Chunjun and Zheng Yuelang talked about homework, and Zheng Wuji came back.

"I'll go to the old lady's side to have a look," Zheng Yuelang smiled and stood up and said, "Old children, children, they said they want to eat sweet porridge these days, so I asked them to stew a bowl. All right."

After Zheng Yuelang left, Zheng Wuji asked Xu Chunjun: "Is there nothing going on at home today?"

"It's nothing," Xu Chunjun said, "No one came either."

"Then what have you been doing?" Zheng Wuji asked with a smile, "Stop doing needlework all the time, it's not good for your eyes. If the day is short, you can only do it for a while after breakfast and before lunch every day, and you are not allowed to touch needlework for the rest of the time."

"Where does it hurt your eyes?" Xu Chunjun smiled, "I let it go when I'm tired."

"Don't you know? Staring for a long time hurts the blood, and a woman's blood is the most important thing, and if it is consumed too much, it will hurt the body." Zheng Wuji said seriously.

"Everyone can do it, and it doesn't take much effort." Xu Chunjun himself still likes sewing, "Besides, I don't have anything else to do."

"You are already busy enough," Zheng Wuji disagreed, "Isn't it tiring enough to work hard inside and out? My name is Lvshu, I watch you every day, you can get up late, or go to bed early, and drink if you can't fall asleep. Tea, snacks, or ask someone to play with you, all are fine."

"What did that become?" Xu Chunjun shook his head, "It's outrageous."

"What's so shameful? Our own life is not for others to see." Zheng Wuji said, "Grandpa Huo and his wife came the day before yesterday, Jiang Nuan was taken care of so well, I feel ashamed to see it.

Asked how Mr. Huo took care of his wife, he said that as long as he eats and sleeps well, he doesn't make her worry and get angry.

I think women are like flowers, they are cared for carefully, protected from wind and rain, they are naturally delicate and charming.If no one takes pity on you, you will either be haggard and desolate, or you will be lonely and self-admired.

I know you have been used to being independent since childhood, even without my care.But when I think about why you are like this, I feel so distressed that I can't breathe.

Chun-jun, I want you to rely on me.Although it is ruthless, it is also touching, why not leave the white head? "

(End of this chapter)